Gilneas Royal City, Grand Hotel.
"Ah!" Lezi Long let out a long yawn. "I'm exhausted. I had to fight so much on this trip with Deren, and Godrin even smashed me right in the face on the way here. I need compensation."
The Black Dragon rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "You're just upset about the gold coins I won from you. How about we keep battling until dawn tonight?"
"Of course not. Next time, I'll sell that Scythe of Elune for a good price, and my gold will come back." Lezi Long chuckled.
Deren sighed. "You should return that artifact to the Priestess. Berisha needs it to perform the balancing ritual and restore the sanity of Gilneas's werewolves."
"You're so stingy, Deren. You have to compensate me for my losses," Lezi Long clamored. "You're not allowed to refuse."
Under the coercion of his dragon companion, with Onyxia watching the show from the side, Deren had no choice but to agree to the unequal treaty.
The Black Dragon asked, "Dear, what do you plan to do with those werewolves? Have the elves perform some ritual on them, and then what? Pack them up and lock them away, or let them live with normal people?"
Deren curled his lip. "That's Genn's problem. Why should I worry about it? Our mission is to help Derek marry Tess. We don't need to meddle in anything else. Once Berisha wakes up, we'll give her the sickle."
The moment Lezi Long heard that, an idea came to him. "Then if the elves lose the sickle again, I don't have to care either, right?"
When Deren heard that, he was not certain whether the sickle might be lost again, or what would happen if it was.
Given Berisha's personality, it seemed as though tricking the Scythe